Ryan's POV
With my tongue laced over my lower lip in remembrance of the kiss and how cold Valerie was, I enter through the front door, holding firmly onto my briefcase.
I haven't been able to get the kiss out of my head, even though I made a resolution to do that when Valerie began to act all cold toward me.
I couldn't escape from the office earlier to go check up on them again at the hospital but I tried to call her and it wasn't reachable.
I don't know if this restlessness is a result of the kiss or worry over her father's health and the answers we are bound to get at the end of this all.
I just hope the truth about their relationship won't hurt any of us. If our parents aren't on good terms with each other, I fear what would happen between Valerie and me.
I hate that side of her,
